I am re-uploading the chapters edited because my hard rive was wiped clean somehow over the summer, and this story was lost. I didn't remember all the points I hit originally, so I'm editing the first two chaps to my liking… yeah. Sorry it took so long, whatever!

Um... This is very VERY short compared to how I usually write chapters, so, just if any of you are interested, the future chapters will be way longer than this!

Disclaimer- Lets just say, if I did own Danny Phantom, I'd be sitting in a swimming pool full of grape jello with a fort in the middle...

Love my beta-reader; Nom de Plume.

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A Letter of Advice

When your friends come to you for advice, you usually listen to the situation, and try to do your best with what they're telling you. Their problem is either resolved, or you keep trying to help until it's fixed. But when you're in my situation, well, it's never just that simple.

The people asking advice don't even know who you are, and they don't even know if they should listen or not. Whether you're really out seeking revenge, or simply trying to help someone in need. I could go either way, but I won't.

It wasn't until recently that I found out that you never know what people are going to ask. When you think you have problems, and then you hear what other people are going through, you start to feel kinda bad.

But what's worse is when you have someone you've basically known your entire life, seeking advice from you, and they don't know it. When they confess something that they would never tell you to your face in a million years. And, yet, you have to act like you don't know.

Well, that's the situation I'm in now.

You're probably confused, and don't know what I'm talking about. Well, you're about to find out, but it's a long story, so I suggest you get comfortable, you're in for a ride.

It was a Monday morning, and everything seemed to be going as it always had, until...

"Hey, Sam?"

Sam Manson turned around when hailed, to come face-to-face with her best friend's older sister, Jazz.

She wasn't someone Sam was afraid to be seen with; quite the reverse. But Jazz didn't talk to her that much in school. She was a smart girl, and she was pretty. In-between being popular and a geek, if that's at all possible. Yet, she was the nicest girl Sam knew at this school.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

"Sure," she said, shrugging.

"Would you be interested in a job on the new school website I'm setting up? It doesn't have to be anything hard, you can choose!"

"Uh, Jazz? Why are you asking me this?" Sam asked, with a small laugh in her voice. "I'm the anti-social goth that wants nothing to do with school spirit in any way, shape or form. Why would I want a job on the school's website? "

"I dunno, I just wanted some people who actually think and have an opinion to help me run it. I've only gotten one application that I like, and a handful of others I'd rather not discuss."

The two laughed at that.

"But, I thought you might want to know, the only person up for the job in the advice column is Paullina.," Jazz told her slyly. "And on her application, she suggested a whole page dedicated to the one and only Danny Phantom. She said that the love of her life deserv- "

"Alright already!" Sam told her. "The only advice Paullina has is for people to get rich and pretty and it'll solve all their problems! And with the popular factor, everyone will try to listen to her. Urg! We'll end up with a bunch of little Paullina clones running around, with nothing better to do than to try to be like everyone else around them!"

"That's why I don't want to give her the job; I had someone else in mind, " Jazz told her, smiling.

"Oh, oh no! I am not going to do it."

"And why not?"

"No one will listen to me, even if I do give them the right advice."

"Why wouldn't they listen to you?"

"Are you suddenly blind, Jazz? Or are you trying to aggravate me?"

"Neither. The writer of the advice column is anonymous. No one will know who you are."

"Point." She said bluntly.

"And if worst comes to worst, you can just give someone a sarcastic comment back. As long as it's relevant. It's better than nothing."

Well, she had a point. And as much as Sam wanted to deny it, she did give good advice at times. No question, better than Paullina's. If anyone did listen to her, she could make a difference in their lives…. Sorta. After all, if she didn't take the job, who would?

"So, you want it?"

Well? Did she want it? She could say what she wanted to these people, and they wouldn't even know it was her. Plus, she'd get karma points for helping out…

"Sure."

Jazz inwardly cheered "Okay, well, just fill this out," she handed her a single sheet of paper, "and give it to me by the end of the day."

"Why do I have to fill out an application if you just said you were going to give me the job?"

"I dunno. Just felt like it."

It started out as simple as that…

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Jeza